Tang San's Divine Sense: For the Tang Sect and Shrek, Wulin

Tang San's Divine Sense: For the Tang Sect and Shrek, Wulin, Go...

"Pfft—"

A muffled blast erupted on the Competition Arena. Accompanied by a spray of scarlet blood mist, Chi Shanming suddenly doubled over and began coughing violently.

Another surge of Soul Power had inexplicably reversed within his body. That uncontrollable berserk energy was like a blunt knife, tearing repeatedly through his meridians before finally bursting through his throat and becoming a mouthful of scalding blood that sprayed across the smooth white jade arena, blooming into a glaring red stain.

"I—I concede!"

Chi Shanming's voice carried undisguised embarrassment and exhaustion, every word seeming to squeeze out from between clenched teeth.

He raised his head and looked at Nan Fusheng across from him. Though the latter's aura fluctuated somewhat, his gaze remained sharp. A flash of unwillingness crossed Chi Shanming's eyes before it was ultimately replaced by deep helplessness.

He had no choice but to concede.

Ever since Nan Fusheng had unleashed that strange ability, this match had completely slipped from his control.

Whenever he gathered Soul Power to launch an attack, whether it was a fierce Soul Skill or another combat technique, the attack would strike his opponent only to rebound onto himself with twice the force.

It felt like punching cotton, only for steel needles hidden within it to viciously pierce through his palm. Every counterattack forced him to endure double the pain.

What frustrated him even more was that whenever Nan Fusheng attacked him, his blows always precisely avoided the weak points in his Battle Armor's defenses. Every strike was like a heavy hammer slamming against an iron plate, making Chi Shanming's vitality churn violently.

That casually condensed Elemental Blade seemed to possess some kind of armor-piercing effect as well.

His Two-Word Battle Armor was clearly far harder